This is a song about "Back up in this bitch with a motha fukin sawed off"

1000 hackers bout to show up in this bitch again

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Get your mitts up bitch, this is a stick up

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

This music's dying with it's head strung up in a tightened rope,

With a rich bitch giving me head, sat on the blower to mallower back in

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

He gets straight back up with a big grin in his head

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

She was wet off the bat

Jumped up with a broken back

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

Lord- i'm 'bout to sawed off you in the face, cough "stout fraud"

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Stardust, rawest, hardest artist with his sawed off